Tom: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Bb
Come on, man
Bb
Diane's
Boyz, the label niggas
Dm
Yeah
Oh, shit
Bb
Ha
Yeah, they ain't light that up
Am
Yeah
Oh, shit
Ayo, yeah
Dm
They couldn't touch me with
a ten -foot pole, pole
Bb
Dm
Pull out the billy bat, all of them roll, roll
They ain't crooks, man,
they fold like books, yeah
caught up on the hook shit
Dm
Them shitey fuckers wanna get me
for the gittin' gittin'
Bb
They all departed once the bullets
started spittin' spittin'
Dm
And I ain't give a fuck who them
shits was hittin' hittin'
Bb
Cause everybody up inside
the spot was shittin' on me
Dm
They said I couldn't make it,
I proved them fuckers wrong
Bb
I keep money, smoke guns,
and once again it's on
Dm
Bb
Chill, kid, before I slap the shit out ya
Or better yet,
Dm
before I slap the fuckin' kid out ya
Listen up, fuck what they talk about
I'm not afraid to walk the route
Dm
Let's put this music out,
and build this family up
Am
Bb
I got a bowl of trees as big
Motherfuck
niggas bring the real shit
that's who I deals with
Dm
Fam I bills with, let's get the dough now
Bb
We got the skills, money, power,
and the know -how
Texas what we flirtin' with
Am
Bb
We do a thing in this head,
what you workin' with?
Dm
Oh shit, the team's getting their love
Bb
Party to this boy's face,
where's the rap drug till
Am
I...
Dm
Niggas talking like they ready
You fuckers really need
to recognize that I'm skills
Dm
Put that ass on, help you last long
Bb
People say well you're
as good as your last song
Dm
Well throw my shit on,
I stay with some new shit
Bb
Fif teen bottles overhead,
that's how we do shit
Dm
Clear them tables out,
freaks get the freakin' on
Am
Bb
We do this shit all weekend,
all weekend long
Dm
Oh, he speakin' wrong?
Bb
He'll get tooken care of
His shorty tried to warn him,
but yet he couldn't hear her
Dm
She's duct taped up, he'll escape, what?
him, layin' in the spy form
Dm
It's that cat that runs with
the big boys
Bb
Holdin' big guns, still pushin' big toys
Dm
Crib lookin' shady, I hangs with the lady
Am
Bb
Why you up inside my town, man?
Ay yo, put the mic up louder, louder
Yeah, ay yeah
niggas bring the real shit
that's what that deals with
Dm
Pay my bills with, let's get the dough now
Bb
We got the skills, money, power,
and the know -how
chicks is what we're flippin' with
Bb
We do our thing up in this here,
what you workin' with?
Dm
Aw shit, the team is gettin' the love
Bb
Everybody's with us, boys make noise,
Dm
Aw shit, came with it,
Am
bag it up and stepped with it
Bb
And what I did with it, choir
I runs with big niggas,
Queens official crack stars
Bb
Something about them boys,
they only like black cars
Dm
Tented out, smoke comes
out when they jump out
Bb
You don't want us to pull what's
up in the trunk out
Dm
Ho niggas, before me and
Dm
We used to fo' niggas, ho niggas, you know
Till the money comes,
Bb
basically niggas know where we from
South
Jamaica,
Dm
Queens slum, don't get it twisted
Them queens niggas get dope
Bb
Some hustle, bust guns, some spit flow
Dm
People no cheeks, no bullshitting
Bb
Cheeks hitting in the party
with his boys
Dm
Making noise and free -skitting
Bb
Spaz out, let's represent and get bent
The message's been sent
Let's get out, not try to tell it man
What you say cousin?
Dm
Ayo, we back in the game,
niggas bring the real shit
guess what that deals with?
let's get the dough now
Bb
We got the skills, money, power,
and the know -how
takes us what we flirtin' with
Bb
We do our thing up in his head,
what you workin' with?
Dm
Aw shit, the crew's gettin' the love
Bb
Parties with his boys, makes noise,
Am
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the rap drug dealer
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Thank
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